Somethin' fell in the shrubbery; then came the
whistle, the Mexicans shot, away we went, lickety split, an' now we're
here. That's all I know, an' it ain't much."
"I wonder if we'll ever find out," said Ned.
"Doubtful," replied the Ring Tailed Panther. "I'm afeard, boys, they
won't waste much time on Urrea, he bein' a spy an' of their own blood,
too. It's war an' we've got to make the best of it."
But Ned could not make very well of it. A fugitive hidden there in the
hay and the dark, the fate of Urrea seemed very terrible to him. The
three sank into silence. Occasionally they heard cries from distant
parts of the town, but the hunt did not seem to come back toward them.
Ned was thankful that the Ring Tailed Panther had been so ready of wit.
The Mexicans would not dream that the Texans were hiding in the
Vice-Governor's own barn, just behind the Vice-Governor's own house. He
made himself cozy in the hay and waited.
After about an hour, the town turned quiet, and Ned inferred that the
hunt was over. The Mexicans, no doubt, would assume that the three had
escaped from San Antonio, and they would not dare to hunt far out on the
prairies. But what of Urrea! Poor Urrea! Ned could not keep from
thinking of him, but think as hard as he could he saw no way to find out
about his fate.
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